[Reconnection] Chapter: 3

"You want me to do what now?!" I said for about the fifth time.

Shot Glass buried his head in his hooves. "I'm the idiot for trying to reason with drunk you..."

The two mares and taken a seat at one of the tables in the bar, trying to melt me with their stares.

I laughed. "You two are pissed at me because I tried to kill you! Well, jokes on me, because now I'm dead!" I laughed harder.

The white one rolled her eyes. "Honestly, this is the best we could find?" She asked shot glass.

He nodded. "Well, anyone else would either run away or turn you in. Considering he is already a dead-pony, I don't think he has anything to lose."

The charcoal grey mare scoffed. "You expect us to trust the stallion who tried to kill us?!"

Mare had a point.

"Do you have another idea?!" He shot back. "Because it's either him, or nopony. And even though he looks like he's useless, he's actually good at what he does."

"Except with you two, because I completely fucked up there!"

"Shut up, Neon!" Shot Glass hissed.

I shrugged. "Or what? I'm already a dead-pony."

I could hear Shot Glass's hoof smack his forehead. "Would you just shut up? I know you're drunk, but you're usually better than this!"

I rolled over from my position on the floor, staring up and the bartender. "Hey, why are you helping these mare's, anyways?" It was a serious question, one I didn't expect my drunk mind to be able to actually come up with... way to go, brain.

He sighed. "I'm not gonna go into details, but I owe these two."

"Whatever," I mumbled.

The white mare stood up, pissed. "You know what? Screw this! You actually expect him to help us?! He tried to kill us, and if I didn't react, he would've succeeded! Before I go putting me and Octavia's lives in somepony's hooves, I want proof that it's worth it."

Octavia, who had stood up besides Vinyl, nodded. "I agree. From what I've seen, he's just rude and a killer."

Shot glass sighed. "I know it's hard to believe, but Neon does, in fact, have a heart. And when he's sobered up, I actually believe that he will help you two. I'll bet my life on it..."

I puked--"Celestia, damn it, Neon!!!"--then passed out.

I awoke... I don't know how much later. My head hurt like hell, and even remotely opening my eyes also hurt like hell. Wherever I was, it wasn't dark. "Turn off the lights!!!" I groaned. Putting my hooves over my face.

"Look, he's awake!" I hear a voice call out.

"I still think this is a horrible idea..." answered another.

"Hush, you! If shot glass trusts him, then we should," the first responded.

"Well, I'm gonna keep an eye on him anyways."

"If you must..."

"Please be quiet!" I screamed, instantly regretting it as my headache only got worse. I went to roll over, when I noticed something tight wrapped around my front and back hooves. Oh, come on! "Seriously? Did you really have to tie me up?" I mumbled, still trying to keep my eyes shut.

"You did try to kill us, so I feel it's a safe precaution."

"And you kinda tied us up so... Yeah."

Well... Yeah, I guess it's fair, I thought. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes. It took me a while to get used to the light, but after I did I noticed that I was laying on a hardwood floor. I couldn't get a good look at the room around me from my current position on the floor. "Um... Where are we?"

A pair of white hooves trotted into my field of view, followed closely by a pair of charcoal grey ones. "Until you can prove that we can trust you, we will not disclose our current location or untie you."

Urg, why do they always have to do this the hard way, I thought as I ignited my horn. I had been tied up a few times before, so untying myself wasn't that much of an issue... Except for my hangover, but that was more annoying than limiting. I quickly got free from my bonds, and stood up. The mare's who were in front of me stared at me, wide eyed. I shrugged. "You really think this was the first time I'd been tied up?"

They looked at each other nervously.

I sighed, taking the time to get a better look at my surroundings. The room that I was in wasn't that large, maybe being about 20 feet by 20 feet. The floor was, in fact, hardwood, and a few boxes and a mattress were all that was in the room. Huh... Probably in some old storage room, I thought.

I turned my attention back to the mare's in front of me. They nervously shuffled in place, their confidence vanishing now that I wasn't either drunk or tied down. I shook my head. "Relax, I have no plans to kill either of you."

Neither of them seemed convinced.

I sighed, again. "I don't blame you for not trusting me, especially after what I almost did to you... but, Shot Glass did have a point: I have no reason to kill you now." Most of last night had become a blur to me, but I did manage to retain most of that conversation. "I don't blame you about what's happening to me... And I'm a dead man anyways, so... Yeah, I'll help you guys."

They looked... Contemplative. They turned, whispering to each other. I plopped down on my haunches, waiting for them to respond. After a few more minutes of hushed whispering between the two, they turned back to me.

Octavia spoke, "Even though this is horribly stupid, you are the only one who can possibly help us..."

"But!" Vinyl added in. "We will be keeping an eye on you."

I raised an eyebrow. "And do what if I step out of line?"

She looked like she was about to answer, before she huffed and looked at the floor.

I nodded. “I thought so,” I began. “Now, can you please tell me where we are?”

Vinyl, the seemingly brave of the two, answered. "We are someplace safe... For now."

I raised an eyebrow. "And where, exactly, is here?"

The white mate growned, obviously irritated with having to deal with me. I don't blame her, honestly. "We are in the storeroom of Glass's bar."

Oh... Well, I probably should've expected that. I nodded.

Octavia, who had stayed extremely close to Vinyl, spoke up. "If we are going to be spending some time with each other, I believe we should at least get to know each other."

I nodded. Considering we were probably gonna be together until we figured out how to get out of our predicament, I figured this would be the best course of action.